C is for Choices

So my first anniversary in Perth have come and gone (15/08).  A lot has happened.

We first decided to come to Australia back in 2008 when we were still living in London, in a council flat in Pimlico.  It was an incredibly long process, my beloved had to gain UK NVQ skills and then had to get it converted to Australian skills and standards.  I was a little hurt when I realised that we wouldn’t be able to come to Australia on the back of my “skills”.  It really doesn’t matter how you get here at the end of the day.

After several years of proving ourselves and doing all kinds of crazy shit, like working in terrible jobs, English tests, health checks and all other kinds of “are you are a complete psycho/terrorist” kind of tests, we were given the OK in Feb 2012.  We did get to do an awesome roadtrip through RSA for about 6 weeks and spend 2 years with our friends and family, so all was not lost.

I’d like to remind everyone out there that, most of the Saffas have been speaking English since before the age of 6 and were blissfully AIDS, TB, mad-cow and Teste-fly disease free for the first 21 years of our lives.  I was fortunate enough to play the piano by the age of 3, I was only 2 exams away from gaining my license to teach….and then I lost interest at the tender age of 16…we are obviously not uncivilised idiots.  We also drive surprisingly well, seeing that we’ve had to compete with taxis and buses all our lives.  Sadly, this is not a skill highly regarded in Asstralia, as I experienced recently.  Imagine my surprise when I failed my Practical Driving Assessment…the dude was like, well, I can tell you’ve been driving for a very long time…..and that was it, really.  45minutes of training isn’t enough to unlearn 15 years of bad habits.  My goal for the day was usually to cut off/piss off a taxi driver, at least…guess that’s a bit tame for Asstralian standards.

Anyway, I guess the point of this blog for today is making a decision.  It’s not always the easiest or most obvious thing to do.  It is really hard to say goodbye, to leave your comfort zone and restart, especially if you’ve already been there, done that.  But I can guarantee you, it will probably be the best decision you’ve ever made.  Whatever they  put you through, no matter the uncomfortable urine samples you need to give (I tend to get stage fright), believe me, it’s better than eating unflavored tofu or lizard.

I just recently (2 days ago) made the crazy decision to leave my very comfortable finance role for a job at Flight Centre, I can only pray that my passion will see me through!  You will only ever grow at the edge of your comfort zone, or so I have been told by my wise training buddy at my new job.  Very clever, and very true.

That is the great thing about Australia, everyone gets a fair go, unless you’re a lizard in the Northern Territory.  Then you will probably just end up on the baaaarby.

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